Chords for The Longest Johns, Barrett's Privateers, Severn Seas Festival 2015,Under The Stars
Tempo:
83.2 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Ab
G
Ebm
Cm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Jam Along & Learn...
Oh, the year was 1778, how I wish [Cm] I wasn't sure of now.
When a letter of [N] Mark came from the King, to the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no [Ab] guns, and shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken [Eb] man on Halifax Pier, the last of [Gb] Barrett's [Ab] privateers.
Oh, well, St.
Barrett cried the town, how I wish I wasn't sure of [Eb] now.
For twenty brave men, all fishermen, [G] who would make for him, the [Eb] antelopes crew, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
The antelope slew, [Ebm] but I skinning sight, how I wish I wasn't [C] sure of now.
[Fm] She'd a list to the port, and her sails in rags, and I'd cook in the scumboot, with the snaggers and jags, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm [Eb] a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
[G] On the King's birthday we sailed away, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
We were ninety-one days in Montego [F] Bay, pumping like madmen all the way, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American [N] gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
On the ninety-sixth day we sailed again, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
One of the bloody great Yankee holdings, sighed with our cracked four-pounders, we made a kite, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
Then at length we sent two cables away, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
Our cracked four-pounders made Norfolk ding, but with one fat ball the Yanks stole us in, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
Me and a loaf of sugarcane bitch on our side, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs, and a main track carried off both me legs, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
[Ebm] Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
[N] So here I lay in my twenty-third year, how I [Eb] wish I wasn't sure of now.
[N] It's been six years since we sailed away, and I shmailed Halifax yesterday, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
When a letter of [N] Mark came from the King, to the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no [Ab] guns, and shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken [Eb] man on Halifax Pier, the last of [Gb] Barrett's [Ab] privateers.
Oh, well, St.
Barrett cried the town, how I wish I wasn't sure of [Eb] now.
For twenty brave men, all fishermen, [G] who would make for him, the [Eb] antelopes crew, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
The antelope slew, [Ebm] but I skinning sight, how I wish I wasn't [C] sure of now.
[Fm] She'd a list to the port, and her sails in rags, and I'd cook in the scumboot, with the snaggers and jags, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm [Eb] a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
[G] On the King's birthday we sailed away, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
We were ninety-one days in Montego [F] Bay, pumping like madmen all the way, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American [N] gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
On the ninety-sixth day we sailed again, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
One of the bloody great Yankee holdings, sighed with our cracked four-pounders, we made a kite, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
Then at length we sent two cables away, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
Our cracked four-pounders made Norfolk ding, but with one fat ball the Yanks stole us in, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
Me and a loaf of sugarcane bitch on our side, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs, and a main track carried off both me legs, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
[Ebm] Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
[N] So here I lay in my twenty-third year, how I [Eb] wish I wasn't sure of now.
[N] It's been six years since we sailed away, and I shmailed Halifax yesterday, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
100% ➙ 83BPM
Eb
Ab
G
Ebm
Cm
Eb
Ab
G
_ Oh, the year was 1778, how I wish [Cm] I wasn't sure of now.
When a letter of [N] Mark came from the King, to the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no [Ab] guns, and shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken [Eb] man on Halifax Pier, the last of [Gb] Barrett's [Ab] privateers.
Oh, well, St.
Barrett cried the town, how I wish I wasn't sure of [Eb] now.
For twenty brave men, all fishermen, [G] who would make for him, the [Eb] antelopes crew, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
The antelope slew, [Ebm] but I skinning sight, how I wish I wasn't [C] sure of now.
[Fm] She'd a list to the port, and her sails in rags, and I'd cook in the scumboot, with the snaggers and jags, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm [Eb] a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
[G] On the King's birthday we sailed away, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
We were ninety-one days in Montego [F] Bay, pumping like madmen all the way, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American [N] gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
On the ninety-sixth day we sailed again, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
One of the bloody great Yankee holdings, sighed with our cracked four-pounders, we made a kite, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
Then at length we sent two cables away, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
Our cracked four-pounders made Norfolk ding, but with one fat ball the Yanks stole us in, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
Me and a loaf of sugarcane bitch on our side, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs, and a main track carried off both me legs, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
[Ebm] Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
[N] So here I lay in my twenty-third year, how I [Eb] wish I wasn't sure of now.
[N] It's been six years since we sailed away, and I shmailed Halifax yesterday, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's _ _ _ privateers. _ _ _ _ _
When a letter of [N] Mark came from the King, to the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no [Ab] guns, and shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken [Eb] man on Halifax Pier, the last of [Gb] Barrett's [Ab] privateers.
Oh, well, St.
Barrett cried the town, how I wish I wasn't sure of [Eb] now.
For twenty brave men, all fishermen, [G] who would make for him, the [Eb] antelopes crew, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
The antelope slew, [Ebm] but I skinning sight, how I wish I wasn't [C] sure of now.
[Fm] She'd a list to the port, and her sails in rags, and I'd cook in the scumboot, with the snaggers and jags, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm [Eb] a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
[G] On the King's birthday we sailed away, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
We were ninety-one days in Montego [F] Bay, pumping like madmen all the way, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American [N] gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
On the ninety-sixth day we sailed again, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
One of the bloody great Yankee holdings, sighed with our cracked four-pounders, we made a kite, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
Then at length we sent two cables away, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
Our cracked four-pounders made Norfolk ding, but with one fat ball the Yanks stole us in, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
Me and a loaf of sugarcane bitch on our side, how I wish I wasn't sure of now.
Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs, and a main track carried off both me legs, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
[Ebm] Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
[N] So here I lay in my twenty-third year, how I [Eb] wish I wasn't sure of now.
[N] It's been six years since we sailed away, and I shmailed Halifax yesterday, God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, with fire, no guns, shit, no tears.
Now I'm a broken man on Halifax Pier, the last of Barrett's _ _ _ privateers. _ _ _ _ _